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JINGLES 



JINGLES 




WRITTEN FOR DEAR FRIENDS 

BY 

WINIFRED SAGKVILLE STONER, Jr. 

(When five and six years of age) 



ILLUSTRATED BY 
KARL KAE KNECHT 



Copyright 1909 • Smith & Butterfield, Publishers 

Winifred Sackville Stoner, Jr. Evansville, Ind. 



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THE AUTHOR 

The author of these little rhymes, which have been previously pub- 
lished in "The Evansville Courier" and several other publications, was 
born in Norfolk, Virginia, August 19, 1902. From her babyhood days 
she has been a great lover of poetry and began composing original rhymes 
when but three years of age. 



n Christmas lUisb Tor jRll my friends 

While Christmas bells are chiming, oh, may there come to you 

A dear sweet little fairy, who's always good and true; 

The little HAPPY FAIRY, who drives away dull care. 

And makes all things upon the earth seem ever bright and fair. 

She'll whisper to good Santa to bring what you most wish; 
So if you have been longing for a fine i)uddiiig dish. 
He will not, as in by-gone years, forget and bring to you 
Something that you do not want, though beautiful and new. 

The HAPPY FAIRY'S MAGIC is in this wondrous leaf, 
Which drives away all "bogles," and l)anishes all grief; 
So if vou would be happy, wealthy, wise and well. 
Kiss the MAGIC WISHING LEAF from HAPPY FAIRY'S DELL 
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PREITACE 



niis little book is dedicated to all of my relatives and to the fol- 
lowing friends: 

Mrs. Lucy Dillard Tabb Okeson, Miss Fannie F. Sams, Mr. and Mr?. 
William Webb, Misses Blanche, Helen and Wydie Webb, Mrs. WMIiiam 
Sharp, Mrs. McAlpine, Miss Rebekah McAlpine, Mrs. John C. Taylor, 
Dr. and Mrs. Adams, Walter and Forestall Adams, Miss Isabelle Nus- 
baum, Viri^inia Leigh Morris, Bertram and Virginias Xusbaum, Mr. Al- 
bert Warrington, Xeely Warrington, Mr. and Mrs. M. G. Niisbaum, Mrs. 
Charles Rowland, Elsie Rowland, Fred Riddle, Barry and Wilson Dodson, 
Eugenie and Richard .Tones, Christine Xeubauer, of Norfolk, Virginia. 

Doctor Zamenhof, Warsaw, Poland; Prof. George Macloskie, LL. D. 
D. Sc, of Princeton University; Mrs. George Macloskie, Princeton, N. .).; 
M. Edmond Privat, Geneva, Switzerland: Mr. Sharon O. Brown, Provi- 
dence, R. L; Mr. Charles K. Randall, Seattle, Washington: Mrs. William 
Westcott, Holley, N. V.: Mi-, and .Mrs. William Warren, Newburgh, Tnd. 

Mr. Arthur Baker, Mr. and Mrs. Frederick Guthrie, Mrs. A. R. Horn- 
brook, Dr. Walter H. Fox. Miss Berthe Papot, Miss Dorothy Millican, Miss 
Polly Young, of Chicago, Illinois. 

Prof. Edwin C. Reed, Washington, D. C; Mrs. MMibur F. Crafts, of 
the Christian Herald; Dr. D. O. S. Lowell, of Roxbury Latin School; 
Hex. Horace Dutton, of the Christian Endeavor World: Dr. William Gi'ay 
Xowell, Mr. .Tohn Fogg Twoml)ly, Miss Eugenie Ohman, of Boston, Mass.: 
Edwin and Dorothy Ehrman, of Rockport. Ind.; Dr. W. Addis, Guaymas, 
^Mexico; Mrs. Maybelle Anderson, Haverhill, Mass.; Miss Ella Thomas, 
Monterey, Cal.; Dorothy Kirk, DesMoines, Iowa, Miss .1. E. Hamand, 
Schaller, Iowa; Mrs. .\nnie H. McDermid, Fontanelle, Iowa: Mi's. Robert 
Winthrop Barr and Xolson Barr, Chattanooga, Tenn.: Mrs. Maria T. Biril, 
Rockland, Maine: Mr. Harry Warren, Mr. Frank Kirkpatrick, Cincinnati, 
Ohio; Miss Ruth Rickinson, Columbus, Ohio; Dr. Clara Todson and -Mr. 
Joseph Buriia, Elgin, TIL; Mr. and Mrs. Ellis Dungan, Barton, Ohio; Mr. 
Herbert M. Scott, Moundsville, W. Va.: Miss Mary F. Kelly Prambletou, 
Va.; IMrs. W. W. Davies, Richmond, Va.: Earl Stratton, Jamestown, X. Y.; 
Miss Lois L. Whit<- and Mrs. W. D. Christman, Washington, Pa.; .Max 
llosquet, Roanne et Loire, France; Miss Emily Allen, Miss Jessie and 
Mary Egglescn, Dr. Levi Old, of Norfolk, Va. 



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Mrs. Linna Ilennig Sherninii, Miss Adaline Sherman, Mrs. Flora Wil- 
liams, IMrs. Alma Shafer, Dr. W. S. Hamilton, Prof. Walter Ross, Prof. 
C. C. Brilles, Mr. and Mrs. C. M. Vester, Mrs. .T. W. Bryan, Miss El'.za- 
lieth Dean, :\Iiss Margaret O'Brien, of Wheeling, W Va. 

Mrs. John Speed, Memphis, Tenn.: Mr. Frank Royster, Colorado 
Springs, Col.; Dr. Chase, Galveston. Texas; Prof. .Tohn E. McFadyen, Mr. 
and Mrs. Max Arno Frind, Mr. Robert Sangster, of Toronto, Canada. 

Mrs. Lyde Morrow Petty. Miss Edith Edeburn. Leicester and Ken- 
neth Fisher, of Pittsburg. Pa.; Mr. and .Mis. Henry D. King, I\lr. James 
G. Diller, of Brooklyn. X. Y.; Lieutenant Arthur Crenshaw, U. S. N ; 
Mrs. Arthur Crenshaw. Shanghai, China; Major H. W. Yemans, U. S. A.; 
Capt. G. W. Kirki)atrick, V. S. A.; FraneislvO Yamota, Osake, Japan 

Prof. Clayton R. Bowen, Mrs. Margaret Bowen, Meadville, Pa.; 
Misses Mame, Jennie and Gwen Loo, Master Chap Leo, Mrs. L. H. Hall, 
Mr. and Mrs. Frank Montgomery, Gertrude, Jean and Richard Mont- 
gomery. Mrs. Thomi)son, Mrs. Lloyd, Mr. J. C. Spencer, Miss Eleanor 
Long, of Erie, Pa. 

In Evansville Indiana: The Editors of "'LHE COURIER," Mr. 
Henry C. Mur|)hy, Mr. Howard Roosa. Mr. Percy Carroll, Mr. Karl Kae 
Knecht, Master .lohn Speed Murjihy. Miss Josephine Greene. Mr. Alfred 
Greene, Master Howard Roosa. Miss OHara, Mary Sisson, Virginia 
Whittemore, Marjory Moore, Alice Ashby, Martha Denby, Margaret Rus- 
ton, Virginia Clarke. Miss Irene .lenner. Lawrence Jenner, Horace and 
Fred Cross. Fritz and Ralph Dryborongh, Wesley and John Downer. Oscar 
L^hl. Jep Hardig. Raymond Chesley. Walter Weber, Misses Anna and 
EllaRuncie, Edna and Alma Speck. Margaret Bacon, Loraine Cutler, 
Sallie Whittemore, Salibelle Royster, Janic Sonntag, Katherine ImbUi^ch, 
Otilda. Margaret and Kathaiine Goslee, Harriet Knauth. Katherine Lewis, 
Halene Busse. Caroline I^trick. Suzette Dunlevy. Katherine Wellman, 
Dorothy Hannett, Mrs. M. O. Fowler. Mr. and Mrs. Walter Runcie, Dr. 
L. D. Brose, Mr. Marshall White, Edgar and Melville Garvin, 
Dr. and Mrs. \V. L. Royster. Ruth Helen Birt, Charles Sherwood. Mr. 
Neal Waledn. Mary, Frances, Helen and Hugh Harris, Charlie Doqnelly. 
Glenn Kirkpatrick, Bertha White. 

Mr. and IMrs. W. F. \^'ocher, Mrs. Katherine Brown. Mrs. John 
Candee Dean, IMrs. William Turner. Miss Mary McEvoy, Miss Ethel Black 
Kealing, of Indianapolis, Ind. 

Mrs. Anna Chase P.rainard. Dr. S. Y. Howell, Mr. Edward F. Gra- 
ham, Mr. Russell R. Johnson, of Buffalo, N. Y., Dr. and Mrs. W. Bakei'. 
Terre Haute, Ind. 




ONE YKAK OLD 




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Cbc Pet's ebrisimas Carol 

"Tweet-twcet-iweet 1 " sang the canary, 
Which mean: that he was very merry. 
Because his little mistiv-ss Nell, 
On Christinas eve liarl fed liim well. 

'Bow-wow-wow!" sang the gay young pup, 
"My niastet"s gune away to sup, 
But though he w<<n't be here for tea. 
Just see the meal he left for meV 

"Mew-mew-mew!" sang the mamma cat, 
"Such milk as this will make me fat. 
And oh, 1 feoi so very gay 
This cold and frosty Christmas day." 

F!ach mamma cow sang "Moo-moo-moo!" 
And gentle dove snng "Coo-coo-coo!" 
And every horse and sheep and pig. 
And duck and chicken, small and big, 
A carol sans on Christmas eve, 
Because a FE.\ST each did receive. 



J\ 6rcat Surprise 

(Written for Mother and Daddy.) 

Ou the nineteenth day of August, in the year of nineteen two, 

Most kind and gracious Madame Stoik right over Norfolk flew. 

And brought to my dear mother there a wonderful surprise, 

A little red brown baby girl with large blackberry eyes. 

Now, mother she had asked the stork to bring to her much joy, 

.\nd drop a bundle at her door containing a wee boy. 

But when the stork made a mistake and brou.ght just little me, 

She thought that I was better far than any boy could be, 

,\nd wrapped me in the blanket which she'd i)lanned for my wee brother 

And which my dear "MA MIE" had knit ^o help my busy mother. 

She changed the name of Lionel to little Winifred, 

And all the things for brother planned, she gave to me instead. 



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SAXJ'A'S APr.ROPl^AXH: 



Santa's Reindeer In Cbe $Kv 

(Written for Grandmothir Sackville.) 

Long, long ago, bel'ore this earth had any girls and boys 

To hang their stockings on the shelf, expecting Christnins toys, 

Good Santa was a big white cloud that floated in the sky; 

If you had lived in those ol:i days, you'd seen him floating by. 

But when the children came to rule upon good Mother Earth, 
She took kind Santa from the sky and mad'; nim God of Miith; 
lo bring at every Christmas tinie good gifts to girls and boys 
And make them all so happy with a lot of lovely toys. 

Far, far among the icebergs, in the cold and freezing zone, 
She built for him a palace, where he lives almost alone, 
With only good old Mrs. Clans to keep him comi)any. 
And sometimes Cousin Nicholas for two days or for three. 

AVise Mother Earth she knew this clime would suit good Saiita well, 
For here no foolish, idle folks would ever come to dwell; 
Nor pay the good Saint visits which would waste his ])recious Hme, 
While he could work much faster here than in a warmer clime. 



But never did he suffti from the icebergs at the Pole, 

As Fairies kept his fireplace all full of red hot coal; 

Or heaped bright burning logs on it as full as it could hold. 

So Santa never felt at all old .Tack Frost's biting cold. 



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Likewise these Fairies brought to him and iiis most faithful spouse. 
Just everything that they could need to keep a cozy house. 
And even cooked their victuals and brought them every day 
Exactly at the proper time, upon a huge hot tray. 

And after they had eaten all the dainties on the tray, 

The good kind fairies they would come and take the tray away; 

So Mrs. Claus had no excuse for being cross or sad, 

Since no experience she had had with Bridgets getting mad. 

When Santa finished all his toys, he put them in a sack, 
Where he intended carrying them upon his great broad back. 
But Mother Earth surprised the saint and to his palace led 
Eight lovely prancing reindeer and a large commodious sled. 

These reindeer were the cousins of swift Pegasus, the steed 
Who helped the hero Perseus when he was in great need: 
And like the flying hero horse, they lived up in the sky, 
'Till Mother Earth had need of them to help old Sania fly, 

.And so on every Christmas eve for full ten hundred years, 
Good Santa and his reindeer fleet have banished childrens' tears, 
By bringing them 'most all the gifts their little hearts could wish. 
And filling stockings, shoes and ;:)lates and great round pudding dish. 

But when last Christmas came around, good Mother Earth she said, 
"Dear Santa I have something tine for you to use instead 
Of your good, faithful reindeer and your big old fashioned slel, 
For here's a lovely aeroplane all painted shining red." 

The wise old lady then declared that he could safely fly 
With this machine 'most anywhere av/ay up in the sky. 
And travel far, far faster than reindeer who were fleet 
But stumbled sometimes on the roofs made slippery witli sleet. 

The aeroplane could carry well a larger load of toys. 

So he could visit more good girls and also little boys. 

Who live in far off heathen lands where everyone's a ^;iIlner, 

But that's no reason each should do without a Christmas dinner. 

With this machine he'd save some time to look out for each pet 
Of all the little girls and boys as they so oft forget 
To treat their pets most kindly upon the Christmas morn 
In memory of the Saviour, who on this day was born. 

And likewise all the horses, the cows and pigs and sheep, 

P'or men so seldom think of them when Christmas time they keep; 

And even wild, fierce animals, and fishes in the sea, 

Should all be made quite happy at Christmas time to be. 

"I do not like this plan at all of giving up my .^led 

And my good faithful reindeer," so good old Santa said. 

But Mother Earth she laughed at him and said she would repay 

The reindeer, whom she would send home, straight to the milky way. 

But Santa was old fashioned and had great fears to fly 
Without his sled and reindeer, he'd used in years gone by, 
.And begged that on his maiden trip these true old friends to take 
To help him should the aeroplane prove but a wicked fake. 



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The laughing Earth she granted him I his very small request, 
And early on glad Christmas eve (the eve of all most hlest). 
He started forth ui)on his iriii, did good old Santa, dear, 
Oniding his Wright aeroplane with feelings of great fear. 

But Mothei- Earth showed she was wise and knew just what was best 
To helj) the good old tired saint while on his children quest: 
And fast the good Wright aeroplane it flew both low and high, 
So Santa took the Earth's advice, and though he heaved a sigh. 

He dropped the poor old worn out sled as he was passing by. 
And people said, who saw it fall, "A METEOR FROM THE SKY!" 
Then kissing each good reindeer, he Dade them all farewell, 
And left them in the MH^KY WAY. forever ther^ to dwell. 

.And you. my little children, who have heard the tiny hoofs 

Of the little flying steeds ])attering on the roofs, 

if you would like to catch a ulimpse of Santa's good leindeer, 

Then wait until its dark some night, and wiien the sky is clear, 

You'll see them very plainly in the broad light MILKY WAY. 

And there for all the time to come, thesf steeds will romp and play. 



Written for my Godmother, Mrs. Lucy Dillard Tabb Okeson, of Nor- 
folk. Va. 

When 1 was one year old. 

So often I've been told. 

Dear "Ma Mie" sang to me 

This cunning poetry: 

"Mousie, pousie, wousie. 

In the Boush Street Housie," 

And always from that time 

I've loved to make a rhyme, 

So it it ne my fate 

To write a poem great. 

Then dearest, sweet "Ma Mie," 

The praise belongs to thee. 



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rA\ssErsi 



ni$$en, Cbe Santa Clause of norway 

(The .story told in this rhyme was seiil to the author by her itlobe 
trotting friend, Mrs. William W'estcott, from Christiana, Norway. 

How glad I am that I was born in this land very dear, 
Where children have a Santa Clans of whom they have no fear: 
A Santa who is always kind, remenil)ering one and all. 
When every year at Christmas time, he pays us all a call. 

In far away chill Norway, there XISSRN is the name 
Of the Christmas visitor who bears good Santa's fame; 
Put he's a naughty brownie, so short and very sm.ill: 
Not a bit like Santa, who is large and fat and tall. 

But like our good gift giver, his beard is long and white, 

.\nd he wears a coat of furs and many colors bright' 

But instead of bringing goodios to good girls and to l):)ys, 

Nice new clothes and books and games and lots of wondrotis toys. 

He expects that all the big folks and also little ones. 

Should leave his favorite dishes, such as puddings, cakes ard buns. 

Outside of every doorway, eo that h? may eat at will 

Of these luscious dainties until he has had his fill. 

Then after eating all the cakes his "Tummy-tum" can hold. 
He milks the cows and splits the wood (at least so I've been told), 
But never thinks to bring nice gifts to Itttle girls and boys. 
Whose parents have to trim their frees and buy them ;ill tlieir toys. 

Besides, this naughty NISSEN is cross at times and bad, 
.\nd does all sorts of horrid tricks, which I think very sad 
At Christmas, when we all should be so kind to one another 
And treat each person whom we meet as it he were our brother. 

Rut NISSEN steals away the cows and even horses fleet. 

From all the people who forget to bake him puddings sweet: 

And if above a whisi)er one should dare to sp;jak or sing 

.\bout this crankv fellow, then this evil he will biing 

I'pon the one who dared to throw his name upon the breeze, 

.Vs from that time the guilty one niust sneeze and sne'^ze and sneeze. 



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Now in our land we sins loud prait^e of Santa all the time, 
And tell about his goodness great, in prose and jingling rhyme; 
And yet it seems the more we sing about the jolly elf, 
The more he brings each year to us upon the mantel shelf. 

But children in far Xoiway are better girls and boys 
Than wo who live in this fair land and thinlc so much of toys, 
That we forget al)out the pets while feeding our' ov/n selves, 
Like thoughtless, greedy little pigs or naughty selfish elves. 

While Norway children in the fall they work to gather corn, 
y\nd save it for the birds they feed on every Christmas morn, 
So we should follow in their steps and feed the wee birds crumbs. 
Before we start to feast ourselves on Christmas sugar plums. 




NISSKN PLAYIXG a^RICKS 



After Cbe fourth lUas Over 

(Written for Uncle Lionel Sackville.) 

After the Fourth was over, after the play was done, 

Poor little .John and Willie forgot that they'd had some fun; 

John, with his eyes all bandaged, Willie with one eye gone. 

Had changed from joyous l)oys, who rose with the FOURTH'S bright 

dawn. 
Determined to shoot great cannons and frighten some silly girls, 
To tie big crackers to dogs' tails, and make the pin wheels whin. 



Ibmmy with one hand bound up and with a bepowdered face, 

Alex with two burned fingers and bones nearly all out of place; 

Edgar with one leg broken and poor little Peter with two, 

Thought that they'd had enough sorrow to last them a whole life through, 

But mother, who heard them crying, while soothing her darlings to sleep, 

Was thankful that some of the pieces she yei was able to keep. 

And sad for the weeping mother of poor naughty, unlucky Jim, 

As the booming JULY CELEBRATION blew the whole head off of him. 



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J\ Hittcn 6one Co (Uaste 



(This story was told to the author by Mrs. William Warren of \e\v- 

bursh, Indiana.) 

When little Mary Alice was only three years old, 

She went upon a visit to Aunt Maria Hold, 

A lady who was noted for saving everything, 

From gold and silver dollars down to a turkey wing. 

She soon taught Mary Alice to never throw away 

A single bit of anything which might be used "some day," 

And Alice, who was clever, she learned to put away 

.Ml Ijits of ribbon, cloth and lace, and chicken feathers gay. 

Each day she kept quite busy hunting something more 
Which she could take to Auntie or add to her own store: 
.\nd one day in excitem.^nt, «he ran in greatest haste, 
Crying, "Oh, dear .\untie. sumfins don to v/aste' 
.\ perfectlee dood kitty is thrown out on the duni]) 
Of the kitchen ash-pile, behind the garden pump!" 



tbe new Baby 



(Written for .Alfred Greejie, Jr., Evansville, Indiana.) 

When Alfred saw the baby wee the stork to him had brought. 

He stood quite silent for a whil.o and thought and thought and thought 

Until he'd solved the problem about the CURIOUS ONE 

Who'd traveled far from Storkland, though she couldn't walk nor run. 

Then to his mother he declared in accents of dismay, 

"Dear mother we must send this kid back to her home to-day, 

'Cause someone's cheated us I know and brought us an old child 

With bald head and without a toorh and like an Indian wild. 

Whenever it begins to cry it almost lifts the roof. 

So mother, dear, I think 'tis best for you to keep aloof 

From the old ugly Indian thing and send it to Stork-land, 

Then you and I'll be glad again and go to hear the band. 



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moc$ Caused By Ulbooping Bugs 

(Written for Cousin Harvey Stoner, Jr.) 
11 you don't l)elieve that whooping- cough causes lots of woe, 
Just catch a few of whooping germs and then I guess you'll know- 
That whoopee-whoop! and wheei)ee-wheeps' are not one bit of fun, 
When yon seo others i)laying games where all must jump and r'ln, 
I'or if you jump or if you I'un, you start the whoop-oop-oop! 
And even when you're tired you can't sleej) for the croup. 
Canned by the awful whooping bugs, which lurk within your throat 
And mal;e your voice sound hoarser than the singing of a goat. 

l"or fear of spreading whooi)ing-bugs you certainly can't go 

To Sunday-school or other school, or even to a show, 

lUit you must stay at home ALOXK from three to six long weeks, 

.\nd listen to your croaking voice, which whoops and Sf)metinies sque' 

So therefore take the good advice of a little girl who knows. 

And stay away fiom WHOOPING-COUGH, Ahich causes lots of woes. 



f)m Simple Simon Became (Uise 

(Written for "St. Nicholas," February, 1909.) 
Simple Simon nu>t young Heiman reading from a book. 
Said Simple Simon to young Heiman, "I.et me have a look?" 
Said young Heiman to Simjile Simon, "I will not selfish be. 
My great delight, ST. NICHOLAS. I'll gladly let you see." 

Then Simpl.^ Simon and ycning Heitnan speit an hour or two 
lieading from this wondrous book, so full of all that's true, 
.\nd when they'd finished Simon lad of Mother Goose's fame. 
By virtue of his knowledge great, WISE SIMON, he became. 




TWO YKARS OLD 



too many Dolls 



(Written for Wydie Webb, of Xorfulk, Va.^ 

Miss Margaret Mary Elizabeth May, 

Had one hundred dollies with which she could play, 

There were bisque dolls and wax dolls and dolls with real hair 

Red dolls and black dolls and dolls that were fair. 

Fat dolls and ijlumij dolls and dolls in the style, 

llipless and jointless and dressed in a smile; 

Hag dolls and wood dolls and celluloid boys, 

China and i)aper and Jumping Jack Joys; 

Irish and Scotch dolls and dolls from Paris, 

And all of the strange lands fi'om over the sea; 

Japies and Chinese and dark Esquimos, 

Dutchies and Germans and cutest Dagoes; 

Dollies from Egypt and dollies from Si)ain, 

Hindoos and Hebrews and one little Dane. 

From Poland and Russia they'd traveled afar 

By railroad and stoamer and also by car 

To join other dollies from Johnnie Bull's home. 

And lovely Italians from far away Rome. 

From Greenland and Iceland. Norway and Greece, 

The string of these dollies seemed never to cease. 

But Margaret Mary Elizabeth ]May 

Could never decide with which doll to play. 

So she was not happy as poor little Sue, 

Who in her doll family had only two 

Wretched rag dollie? without any hair, 

But which she considered a most lovely pair. 

And these ugly dollies they gave her delight. 

As with them she played from morning 'till night. 




Cbe eat Extincted Zht Canary 

(Written for Josephine Greene, Evansville. Ind.) 

■Josephine," asked the teacher, "can you tell 1o me 
Any l)ird that's new extinct, but used on earth to be?" 



"Oh, yes, Miss Jane," said Josephine, "our sweet canary, Jim, 
Because the naughty pussy cat she quite extiucted him." 



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B Boy's Complaint 



(Written for John rfpeed Murphy, Evaiu-^ville, Indiana.) 

Grandma calls me Johnnie, father calls me John, 

My sweetheart calls me Buddy, and the boys call me Don, 

But mother, oh dear mother, whenever I come near. 

She calls me darling BABY and sometimes "BABY DEAR." 

T like the name of Johnnie, I'm jMoud of my name John, 
I don't mind hearing Buddy and the shorter name of Don, 
But though I love dear mother far more than all the rest, 
]ier name of DARLIXG BABY I thoroughly detest. 



You see when I am playing with boys in the street. 
And ])itching ball or doing some extraordinary feat, 
It makes me feel so little to hear my mother call, 
"Watch out my darling BABY, be careful lest you fall!" 

]'m not a darling baby, nor little baby dear, 

T'ni quite a great big boy and have no baby fear, 

But I can't stand the guying the boys give to me. 

When mother starts to calling that hateful name — "BABEB. 



Koppa mm PI 



I've very little Latin and very little Greek 

Stored away in my small brain, which yet is very weak. 

But one thing I'll remember, I think until I die. 

And that is that the KOPPA follows after PI. 

And mother says jierhaps this solves the very reason why 

The "Kops" they follow after cooks well trained in baking pie. 



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B mm^mm Sonnet Of iln Easter Bonnet 

(Wiitten for Cousin Marian Stoner.) 

Once there was a litle girl, 
But she didn't have a curl, 
Though she had an Easter-bonnet 
With ostrich plumes and flowers on it. 
Since like her mother she aspired 
A la mode to be attired. 



But when she rone on Easter morn 

With deepest grief her heart was torn. 

For oh, alas! the rain was falling 

In torrents great; to her appalling, 

As well she knew 'twould spoil her bonnet 

With ostrich plumes and flowers on it. 

Her hair in papers she had worn 

The whole night through and tortures borne 

In hopes to have a curl or two 

To wear beneath her bonnet new. 

But now, alas, the horrid rain 

Would make her hair all straight again. 



And so with fear of straightened hair. 
Which might cause folks to laugh and stare, 
And likewise to protect her bonnet 
With ostrich plumes and flowers on it, 
She thought it best to stay away 
From Sabbath school on Easter day. 



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tbe mm nritDnios 

This storj^ was told to the aiirhor by her teacher, Mrs. A. R. Horn- 
lirook, of the Hornbrook Correspondence School of Mathematics, 5622 
Ellis Avenue, Chicago, 111. 

Great Jack-the-Giant-Killer brave, he killed all giants bad, 

But one good giant's life was spared by this bold warrior lad. 

ARITHMOS was this giant great, and all bright girls and boys 

Should love the famous Giant-King far more than all their toys. 

He's very old, and very great, and also wondrous wise, 

For he can count all things on earth and even tell their size. 

He knows how many birds there are; how high each bird can fly, 

But never does he boast, or brag, or stoop to tell a lie. 

He is so tall that he can reach up to the starry sky 

And count the stars and meteors bright as swiftly they go by. 

'Tis he alone can tell you when a great eclipse will come 

And darken the moon's lady or the old man in the sun. 

He' s always so good natured and obliging to us all; 

He'll help us with our lessons hard when tor his aid we call. 

And tell us just the number of rii)e apples on a plate. 

How far away Chicago is, and if the train is late. 

In fact he always answers us when'ere we ask "HOW MANY?" 

And for his work and trouble never thinks to ask a penny. 

All teachers and professors couldn't teach without his aid. 

And men in every business know through him they will be i)aid. 

We cannot sing in i)erfect time, nor even play a drum, 

Divide an apple, buy a doll nor do the smallest sum. 

And even BRIDGE by ladies fair cannot at all be played 

Unless this mighty GIANT-KING will kindly lend his aid. 

So as we cannot get along without "ARITHMOS LORE," 

We all should learn his wondrous truths and love him more and more. 



6ood (Ueatber Jlssured 

(Written for the Evansville Courier, Eebruary 3, 1909.) 

When the second of February rolls around. 

Out of his hole in the cold, dark ground 

Comes Mr. Groundhog to look at the sky 

And see if the season of summer is nigh; 

So that he in the fields may merrily run 

And eat farmers' crops 'neath the lighl o' the sun. 

But if his own shadow he unfortunately sees. 

In the greatest of terror he falls on his knees, 

And quickly returns to his subterra home, 

Resolving that he will not again roam 

'Till six stormy weeks have slowly gone by 

And then once again, perhaps he will try 

To put his flat head above the cold ground, 

And take a survey of the earth all around. 

So I made up my mind that during the year 

I'd keep him at home so he couldn't app.-^ar. 

And to bring wintry weather he hadn't a chance 

For of his own shadow he caught not a glance. 




Roosevelt Complimented By mama Cion 

One day last week King Teddy arose witji old King Sun, 

And seeing a huge lion, he seized his trusty gun 

And made the King of Jungle-land quickly homeward run, 

While Teddy followod after and thought it lots of fun. 

King Lion reached his cavern home, trembling in gi'eal fear, 

But when Queen Lion heard his tale, she simply scratched one ear, 

Then shrugged her shoulders a la hump and to her husband said, 

"In all the best newspapers, how often have 1 read, 

That Teddy loves all parents who large families possess. 

And I am sure with many cubs our hai)py den is blessed." 

Then brave and proud Queen Lion she carried out each bab", 

And placed It in the doorway of her Afro-Jungle cave; 

And there she proudly waited for King Teddy to appear, 

For of his teeth and of his gun she hadn't any fear. 

The coward King of Jungle Land, he hid himself insij^e, 

And when he heard King Teddy's voice his bones shook in his hide: 

But soon he knew his fears were vain when Teddy laughing said, 

"As mother of fine sextets, you 'surely rank ahead 

Of all the lions I have met in circus tent or den, 

To meet you I'm DEE-LIGHTED, and I hope we'll meet again." 



jflll Dentists 60 to l^eaven 

(Written for Dr. Richard Morris, Evansville, Ind.) 

I don't like dentists, because they hurt me 
With horrid bad pinchers as sharp as can be. 
They pick at my teeth and scratch in my head 
Until I begin to wish I were dead. 
But I read in the paper (so T suppose it's so) 
That all of the dentists to Heaven will go, 
Because they are needed away up there 
To make gold crowns for the angels fair. 



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The Time of His Life 




Wtren He Met a School of Twelve Hippopotami 



(Written after seeing 



Cbc Clme Of Bis Cite 

cartoon by Mr. Karl 
Evansville Conrier.) 



Kae Kneclit in tlie 



There are many schools of learning and also schools of game, 
But tlje school with largest members bears KING HIPPO'S name, 
And big and little people, yes even EVANS' FLEET, 
Would think it quite unpleasant a Hippo school to meet. 

But Bwana Tumbo Teddy, who knows no thought of fear, 
Laughed in joyous pleasure as the SCHOOL drew near. 
And smiling at the leader, he made her stin" with fright, 
As from his parted mouthpiece his white teeth came in sight. 

Then Bwana seized his rifle and taking steady aim, 

He fired at Queen Hi])po and made her front legs lame, 

Then shooting at her sisters, and brothers left and right, 

He scattered all the mighty beasts and drove them our of sight. 

All those he killed, this hunter brave, then quickly towed ashore, 
Saying, "I'M DE-LIGHTED, and I hope to meet some more 
SCHOOLS OF HIPPOPOTAMI that feel inclined for strife, 
As in this Hippo-battle I'd the time of my whole life." 



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King Ceddv, Cbe Tearless 



The names of tropical diseases nientioued in this rhyme were given 
to the anthor by a yonng doctor who thought ihe\ could not be made to 



rhyme. 



King Teddy has much courage to fight both beasts and men 

With pistols and with broadswords and with the mighty i)en. 

And now in Afric jungles he's busy fighting lleas, 

Mosquitoes, and big tigers and monstrous Inimble bees; 

Huge elephants, gorillas, and awful Guinea-worms, 

Sloughing phagedaena, and sleeping sickness germs, 

Tinea imbricata, piedra and goundou. 

Malaria and the ainhum, pinta and the sprue, 

Chylurla, mycetonia, leprosy and yaws, 

Afric dysentery and maybe lions' claws. 

Bubonic plague and dengue and dreadful tropic-boils, 

Fevers black and yellow and sometimes serijents' coils. 

Tinea Madagascar, Dhobie itch, screw worms, 

Beri-beri and craw-craw and all the Afric-germs; 

With dread sun-traumatism, and abscess of the livei-. 

Yet none of these great terrors can make King T'eddy shiver 



Good Bye Co teddy Bears 

Good-bye to all the 'i'eddy Bears, Ixjth big and small' 
The "Billy Possums" are in style for one and all. 
We little girls, like older folks, are bound to keep in style, 
And so we have to change our toys most every little while. 

When Roosevelt or "Teddy," was I'ulor o'er this land, 
-Vll stylish girls and clever boys kept bears on hand 
To play with and to walk with and to put to bed at niglit. 
As "Teddy Bears" were symbols of the Rooseveltlan light. 

But when King Teddy left his throne, Taft got his seat. 
And eoft brown teddies disa])peared from home and street, 
While "Billy Possums" came to rule for two years or for three, 
When "BRYAN KITTENS" will he hatched and all the rage will h 



Cats n Kissin ( Catechism ) 

(Written for Cousin Patricia Rehn.) 

Last week my cousin Patti, who isn't yet (juite hree. 
Went to our good Sunday School with mother and with me. 
She sat quite still and listened well to all the teacher said. 
Until I thought she stowed away much Imowledge in her head. 
But when that evening Auntie asked. "What did my darling hear 
When she went to Sunday school; tell me, won't you. dear?" 
She shrugged her little shoulders and said, "Not anyfing 
Except dey said some funny words and den began to sing: 
Though "bout de cats a kissin', well, the teacher ^iaid you should 
Teach me ev'rv eveiiin' and den I'd he so dood." 



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Bens 



(Written for Aunt Mary Helena Rehn.) 

What curious birds are common liens! 
They make good broth and even pens. 
They have no teeth, no hair, no nose, 
But s])ort a comb red as a rose. 
They have no arms or funny bones 
That causes folks to let forth groans, 
Their victuals they all swallow whole 
And use a craw for a chopping bowl. 
They have no hands, they have no wrists, 
And without hands they can't make fists. 
But for one thing they should rejoice 
And cluck aloud with cheerful voice; 
Not having hands, ihey have no nails. 
Which are the cause of many wails. 
For once a week we girls and boys 
Must i)ut aside our games and toys 
And all our nice exciting tales. 
While mother trims our finger nails. 



mxM 



THREK YKARS OLD 



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Please erandpa, Croak 



■'GraiKladdy," said young Harry, "do a good turn for me, 

By croaking like a big bull frog so I can plainly see 

If Daddy told the honest truth or only cracked a joke 

Because he said I'd have some "dough" if you would only croak. 



lUee Millie's first fiair gut 

Last Friday, for thf' fiist time, wee Willit^ wt^rt with me 

To the colored barber, who bowed most graciously 

And asked the little fellow how should he crop his curl:^. 

Close to his head, in medium length, or bobbed like little girls? 

Wee Willie answered prompth-, "My hair, please, barber, crop 

Like my own dear D:iddy's, wif a small round hole on top." 



(Uise Replies 



(Written for Lncle Thomas Cresswell, London, Eng. ) 
".loan of Arc, and who was she''" 
Asked the teacher of little Leigh. 
"Wife of Noah, of course," said she, 
"Who sailed the ark upon the sea." 

".lohn's so wise he laughed at Leigh 

When she tried to answer me. 

So in the future for replies 

We'll always go to John the wise. 

Now what is lava. .Johnnie, dear, 

Can it be found in places near?" 

"Why, certainly," said smiling .John, 
"Most every day Dad puts it on. 
And covers nearly lus whole face 
With lava thick in every place." 



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It takes J\ &m J\ tm time to (Uear Out 

(Written tor .Mr. Harry Warren, Cincinnati, Ohio.) 

When Harry Warren was a i)()y only five years ol:!. 

He wasn't then as he is iu)\v, so v^ ry big and bold, 

But he was vei'y much afraid of bad tobacco smoke, 

Whicli seems to those who l^now him now to l)e a fiiuiiy joke. 

He had an uncle on whose knee he loved to sit each day 

And lislon to exciting tales about the Pixies gay, 

Hut wlien this uncle had a light upon a long cigar. 

Then little H ii ry used to sit away from it as far 

As he could manage well to get upon his uncle's knee, 

Since Hr.rry feared tobacco smoke more than a bumble beo. 



One day while sitting way far out upon his uncle's ktiee, 
He grew so very tired as he waited there to see 
The end of the long smoker which made smoke all aliout 
And said, ""It takes that big cigar a long time to vear out." 



Jin esperanto Poem Plain to J\\\ 

(Written iov Prof .Maclcskie, Princeton l^niversity. ) 

Huudido krias — "Bow-wow-wow! " 
Katido i\i'ias — "Meo\\-meow! " 
iJovido krias — "IVToo-moo-nioo! " 
Koloiriho krias — ■"Coo-coo-coo! " 
Shafido krias — "Raa-baa-baa! " 
Infano krias — "Ma-ma-ma' " 











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M%mv$, not Questions, Cause trouble 

This story was told to the author by Mrs. Frederick Guthrie, of 
Chicago, 111. 

MOTHER. 

"Don't ])other your father with questions, Ervane, 
He's ;ired of hearin;;- you ask to explain 
Why fishes can't walk or rid^ on the land? 
How lizards and fleas can live in the s;ind? 
What causes the sun to set in the west 
And always to sleep in one golden nest? 
When will the time come for children to fly 
And play in the clouds with the birds in tlie sky? 
Such foolish, vain questions, they trouble your dad 
And sometimes I fear they make him quite sad." 



"No, mother," replied the iniiuisitive lad, 

"It's the ANSWERS not Ql^ESTIONS that trouble poor Dad." 



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Cbc Pure Blooaca Pup 

(Writ ten for Mrs. Anna Chase Brain;u-(1, of Bnffulo, N. Y.) 

Once there was a little pn]) who lived in far off Kent, 
Where he was born sonir> years ago in kenneis of Lord Dent; 
His mother was of ])nrest blood and likewise was his Pa, 
So he arrived npon this earth without a single flaw. 

His tail was just the proper size and so was each small ear, 

His shapely legs and nose and ijaws, they pleased his mother dear; 

And with her soft and scarlet tongue she kissed her baby pup 

And loved iiini, oh, so dearly, that she, almost ate him up. 

The keeper of the kennols when he saw this terrier pup. 
Declared, "It's just a beauty and will surely win "THE CUP" 
?''or being a fox terrier of very purest breed 
And now to my deiir master I'll go with greatest speed 

And tell him of this i)uppy who will bring our kennels fame 
And ask him what he thinks will be a truly proper name 
For the most perfect terrier that ever came to Kent: 
It seems to me he should be called for my great master "Dent." 

The nuister when he henrd the news that a new i)up had come, 
Left off his game of ])laying cards and drinking pints of rum, 
And hastened to the kennels to behold the wondrous pup, 
Who at the coming dog show was to win tht great prize cup. 

The mother dog she wagged her tail, with pride she was puffed up. 
As her great mastei' stood right near and smiled upon her pup. 
While saying, "Higs^ens, listen well to what I have to say, 
And care for this good mother dog and her fine pup each day. 

I'll name him for my ancestor, the great and famous Kent, 
And in that name to the dog show next year he shall be sent. 
Where I am sure he'll win the i)rize above all others there 
For he is perfect in his shape and has fine silky hair." 

So little Kent was tended well an.d petted every day, 
He never had to seek for bones and only had to play. 
And having nothing else to do on mischief he was bent, 
AVas this arislocratic jnip, owned by the great Lord Dent. 

And when a year bad passed around, one day the master came 
To lake him to the London show, where he would win great fame; 
But Kent was very naughty, as he did not wish to go 
Away from his good kennel home to any prize dog show. 

At last his master whipped Pup Kent and oh, but he did swear 
Because Kent snapped at Higgens, who was combing his fine hair 
And putting on a collar with a chain of golden beads; 
Such ornaments Kent could not sec that any i)uppy needs. 

At last the royal i)ui) was dressed in pupdom regal style, 
And drove in a fine carriago. oh, for many a weary mile. 
ITntil he came to I^ondon town, where nothing he could see, 
Because all things were hidden with a fog as thick as could be. 



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Before he'd even time in think, this 'ristocratic pup, 
He found himself in a small cage with all the doors shut up, 
And many men were standing round and gazing long at him, 
While passing comments on his shape of head, and tail and limb. 

Kent glared at them in silence and he would not wag his tail, 
In fact just like a good young boy who might be i)ut in jail 
When he had never done a thing to break the country's law, 
So felt this little terrier, this pup without a flaw. 

And when the judges thought that he should have the ribbon blue 
Because of his most perfect blood shown by the records true, 
He snapped and barked and even bit at those who came quite near 
To tie the lovely ribbon on the neck of "PUPPY DEAR." 

So Ihey decided that despite his wondrous pedigree 

'J here yet was something in his blood that ought not there to be 

And gave the prize, a silver cup, to a more common dog. 

Who lay so still and quiet ihat he might have been a log. 

But when that evening our Lord Deni beheld with great surprise 

That a less blooded terrier had won the noble prize, 

He felt so very angry that he wished to beat Pup Kent, 

And ordered that the beastly dog should quickly hom.? be sent. 

But while poor Kent was going home so sad and in disgrace. 
He got away from Higgens and he found another i)lace 
Far, far away from kennels of the great and wealthy Dent, 
Near to a peaceful village, the runaway he went. 

Here he lay down so tired and thought of many a bone. 
Which now was being gnawed each day by his good ma alone. 
Since Dent, her darling puppy boy, was oh, so far away. 
Oh, how he wished to gnaw a bone with his good ma this day! 

But as he laj a dreaming of lovely things to eat. 
Quite suddenly a large gray rat ran right across his feet, 
And after it there followed an Irishman named Pat, 
Who sought to make a timely end of bad old Mister Rat. 

Big Pat was armed with a liuge club and called to his old dog, 
"Now, come along ye lazy baste, before he's in the bog!" 
Then Kent he jumped and in one Itound he seized j)Oor Mister Rat, 
Shook him about 'till h^ was dead and then brought him to Pat. 

Big Pat he gazed in wonder at the clever little dog. 
And sitting down upon a large and green moss covered log. 
Said, "Shure, ye bate this lazy hound that kennot catch a rat. 
And if ye'U stay right here, me boy. 111 tiate ye vvel'," says Pat. 

Then proudly Kent he wagged his tail and tried so hard to smile 
Upon the good old Irishman, who i)atted him awhile, 
Then coaxed the stranger after him right through a broad greei. lane. 
Which led to the fine country home of good Sir Michael Kane. 

And here Pat introduced thp imp to all the familv, 
And they were all so v(My kind as any folks could be. 
They patted his soft sili<y hair and praised him to the sky. 
And gave him a big gravy dish all filled with nice meat pie, 



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And likewise a huge snucer, which was full of real sweet cream, 
Which made the hunsry dosgie think that he was in a dream. 

i^-o here Dog Kent decided was the best place for to dwell, 

And here he still is living and is feeling very well. 

He goes each morning to the barn and helps his good friend Pat 

To catch the naughty rodents, who are called the n.nme of RAT. 

The cook she feeds him daily, and he captures all the mice, 
^^^lich love to haunt the kitchen of the cleanly Bridget Bryce. 
While little Mikey loves dear Kent far more than all his toys, 
And says he'd rather play with him than any girls or boys, 
Because he never minds a bit to jump- right in the pond 
And bring to land a stick or stone or wee])ing willow wand. 

He always acts politely to all who may come near. 

And so all strangers |)et him and think he is a dear. 

They like his soft and silky hair, which i)roves he has good blood. 

And never does lie make folks mad by tracking tfoors with mud. 

He's wiser than most common dogs, whose hair is rough ■^.nd coarse. 
His bark is always pleasant, and 'tis never loud nor hoarse; 
He's swifter also than slow dogs who cannot catch a rat, 
Because they always eat too much and get so very fat. 

MORAL. 
This story proves that good, pure blood is a fine thing to own. 
But it can't help the pup])ies or the children all alone, 
Un'ess these youthful puppies and the childi'en, very small, 
Learn to keep quite busy and to have a smile for all. 




too CicKlisb to Count f)H Ribs 

(Written for Richard Montgomery, Erie, Pa.) 

Tn the class of physiology the teacher asked one day. 
How many ribs have you, my boy, tell me, Dickie Gray? 
And wiggling, giggling Dickie very promptly made reply, 
"Dear teacher, I must tell the truth, for I could never lie, 
But as for ribs T cannot say how many I possess, 
For I'm too awful ticklish to count them, I confess." 



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tbe Voung mail Carrier 



( Wi-ittea for Mr. and .Mi's. W. V. W'ocher. Indianapijlis, !nd.) 

Yomis Billy from his lovely lioiup disapiieared on'? day, 
And when his mother missed hei- lad she thought he'd run away. 
But soon the siirightly liitle chap came quickly running back, 
Bearing on his shoulders small, a large round leather sack, 
And said, "Dear mother, I have been a very good, i<ind boy, 
Trying like the Bible says, to bring our neighbors joy. 
I played I was a ])ostman and I paid each one a call, 
And to the people in this block, I gave them letters, all." 

MOTHER: "But where, my previous little lad, my darling, honey pet, 
Where in the name of goodness these letter did you get?" 

BILLY: "I found them with no trou.l)le: they were the ones that you 
Kept in your top bureau drawei', all tied with ribbons blue." 



On Chanksgiviiid 



Before you eat good turkey, rich mince and pumpkin jiies 
On that great feast or feast days v/hen "tum-tums" grow in size, 
The good old day THANKSGIVING, the best day in the year, 
When all should be so thankful around the board of cheer. 
Then don't forget the poor ones, the hungry, cold and sad, 
iio fill their empty tables and make the whole world glad. 



Eivitid Ualentincs Presented Bv Cupid 

Writtoii P"el)ruaiy. I'.tOK, for an entertainment at St. Paul's E[)isco- 
pal Sunday School, Evansville. Ind. 

CITPID: "I'm glad to ser^ you all to-night, 

And it will give my heait deliglit 

Some lovely valentines to nhow , 

And malce you wish you had a bo;>u." (SHOWS BOW.) 

FIRST PICTURE — A SITNBONNL]T BABY. 
CI^PiD: "Here's a little baby fair, 
But you can't see her face or hair." 

BABY: "I'm some one who loves you (POINTING AT AUDIENCE). 
Can't you guess who?" 

SECOND PICTURE — BOY WEARING A LARGE HAT AND WITH 
BACK TURNED TO THE AUDIENCE. 
CUPID: "Here's another, called -GUESS WHO,' 
Come to say, 'How do you do.' " 

BOY: "I'm for my own dear valentine. 
Guess me and I'll be thine." 

THIRD PICTURE — HEART'S DELIGHT. 
CnpiD: "This is Heart's Delight, 
Look at her face, so beaming brigiit." 

HEART'S DELIGH'I': "!f you love me, oh, my dear, 
This is hov/ I will appear." (SMILES AND SINGS A SONG.) 

FOURTH PICTURE — HEART'S SORROW. 
CUPID: "Watch this poor aching heart of sorrow. 
He'll cry all day and perhaps to-morrow. 

HEART'S SORROW: "If you do not love me, dear, 
This is how I will appear." 

FIFTH PICTURE — TWO .lAPS. 

CUPID: "Allow me the pleasun' to show to thee 

A very sweet picture from over ihe sea." 

THE JAPS HOLD FANS IN FRONT OF FACES AND SING: 
' .lap a ling a ling, .laj) aling a lee. 
You're my Jappie baby, 
If you lovee me as I lovee you 
No knife can cut our love in two." 

CUPID: "Ull tell you what they said, 

I'm sure they mean to wed. 

(3ho, cho, cho, cho, nano hagi tomare 

Nano haga eyay nawraw teni tomare. 

Dai dai mushi, dai dai mushi 

Tsuno chitto dashare 

Ame kaze foku kara tsuno chitlo dashare." 

SIXTH PICTURE— 1<^RENCH VALENTINE. 
CUPID: "Now Ull show ycui a lady from fai- away France 
Who says, "Parlez-vous and knows iiow to dance." 




'UVR YKARS OLD 



FREXC-H VALENTINE: 'Me vous ainie, jt- vous adore 
Que voulez-vous de j)lus encore?" 

FRENCH VALENTINE DANCES. 

SEVENTH PICTURE — GERMAN VALENTLNE. 
CUPID: "This is a lady who wants a beau, 
In her own language she'll tell you so." 



GERMAN VALENTI NE : 



'Ich lielje dich, lieben sie mich?" 



EIGHTH PICTURE — COMIC VALENTINE. 
CUPID: "This a comic, to make you smile. 
And keep you good humored a little while." 

COMIC, HOLDING A LARGE GRAVY SPOON IN ONE HAND, YEIi- 
LOW MOON IN OTHER. 
"Of all earthly joys, T love best to spoon 
With thee, oh, my darling, 'neath the light o' the moon." 

NINTH PICTURE — ANOTHER COMIC. 
CUPID: "Another comic will now api)ear, 
I hope that you his plea will hear." 

BOY DRESSED IN RIDICULOUS COSTUME, KNEELING AND 
HOLDING A CARDBOARD HEART: 
BOY: "My heart is thine, my soul is thine. 
Won't you be my valentine?" 

TENTH PICTURE— THE OLD-FASHIONED VALENTINE. 
CUPID: "The pleasure now, dear fi lends, is mine, 
To show you one more valentine. 
This is my dear sweet valentine. 
Sent to us from 'Ye olden time.' " 

GIRL DRESSED IN OLD-FASHIONED COSTILME: 
"T am an old-fashioned dame, 
But I love you just the same." 

CUPID: "And I am an Esperanto valentine, ■ 
For me dear friends, you all should pine. 
Karulin' mi a mas vin, 
Chu vi amas, amas min? 
Kaj nun mi deziras vin 
Estu mia Valentin'!" 




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Universal Peace 



(Written for Mr. Charles Randall. Seattle. Washin-tun 

Karlo.) 



(Mia Onklo 



Not long ai;(i, Sir \Vn Tins Fang, 
A song of ])e;Ke most sweetly sang, 
Stiggesting that the Pension .Millions. 
Given yearly will ))e hillions 
Unless all wars he niarle to cease 
By a Tril)nnal rnled hy ••PEACIi:." 

But good Sir Fang he did not go 
Far off to Hague or else lie"d luiow 
That Peace Trihunals hring not ••PEACEl," 
Nor cause all liloody wars to cease: 
As every man from eacdi strange hind 
All other men can't undersland 
I'Ten when the learned GO-BETWEEN 
Tries to explain and malvcs a scene. 



Of mighty sword and mightier pen 

Poets have sung time and again, 

Rut they forgot in songs they sung 

To praise (he power of a COMMON TONGUE, 

And ne'er will 1)anners of PEACE he unfurled 

'Till ESPERANTO rules over the world. 



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Jill Cbe (Uorld Cries 



(Written for Kalherine Welliiian, Evansvillc^, Ind.) 

"Quack-quack-quack-quack'" cries Auntie Duck, 
While Mother Hen goes '■Cluck-cluck-cluck I"' 
And Papa Dog cries, "Bowwow-wow," 
And Sister Cat, "Me-ow, me-ow!" 

"Eek-eek- eek- eekl" squeals Grandma Pig, 
I'm growing, oh, so fat and big;" 
While "Cackle-cackle" all I he day, 
The little goslings like to say. 

Proud Grandpa Turkey struts along 
With his eternal gobble-song: 
Sir Horse he whinnies, "Hee-heo-heel " 
And "buzzey-buzzey" goes Miss Pee. 
Sis Maud, the Mule, cries "Hee-hee-haw!" 
And Missy Crow goes "Caw-caw-caw I" 
Good Madam Cow cries, "Moo-nioo-moo! " 
And gentle Doves they "Coo-coo-coo!" 
The Baby Lambs cry, "Baa-baa-baa!" 
And little Kids squeal, "Ma-ma-ma!" 



Could Only JlsK Questions 

(Written for Miss Edna Speck, Evansville, Ind.) 

"Madelaine," asked her mother, when home she came at noon, 

"How did you like your teacher, or can't vou tell so soon?' 

MADELAINE. 

"Oh, yes, I formed my 'pinion long 'fore I started home, 

She's rather pleasant, looks quite wise, and wears a lovely comb. 

But surely she is stupid in spite of her wise looks, 

'Cause she only asked us questions from ouc a lot of books. 



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Cet Cbe Bumble Be 

("Writlen for Cousin Vir,t;ini;i Ilcliii.) 



One day I saw a l)iinible l)ee bumbling :)U a rose. 

And as I stood admiring him he stung me on the nose. 

My nose in pain, it swelled so large it looked like a potato, 

So Daddy said, though Mother thought 'twas more like a tomato. 

And now dear children this advice I hope you'll take from me, 

And when vou see a bumble bee just let that l)umble be. 



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<±^:^h^ME2L. 



Cake Cbat 6um from Vour Itloutb Und Put Vour fed In 

(Written for Cousin Pauline Sackville.) 

Young Susie was quite noted for liaving great large feet. 

And for working both her jaws, this maid could not be beat. 

Her wad of gum she always bore with her unto the school. 

Though well she knew she might be ?,i)anked, for 'twas against the rule. 

But skillfully she hid this gum. did naughty little Sue. 

Though oft" behind her little book she took a little chew, 

But once when she was building up a castle in the air, 

And thought she was a lady rich and most entrancing fair. 

While stretching out her legs and feet into the narrow aisle 

And thinking of sweet Bobby Jones, the maid began to smile. 

Then suddenly the teacher cried, above the school room's din, 

"Take that gum from out your mouth and put your feet right in." 



Cbe tersest Bathing Suit 



This story was told to the author by Mr. Marshall White, Evans- 
ville, Ind. 

When to the seashore Robert went, with Ma and Sister Nell, 
He met a wise professor, who soon taught him to spell. 
Likewise to read of fairy lore and use a real steel pen 
To write to his own father dear, who like most all the men 
Must ever stay at home and work lo earn the cents to pay 
For wife and children's outing 'till the summer slips away. 



Now all the strange, uncommon words which little Bob could find. 

He stored away and tried to keep in his small, active mind 

So las to use in writing notes to his dear fat old Dad, 

And when the big folks used strange words it made him very glad. 

So one day when of something TERSE he heard his sister tell. 

He asked her for its meaning and he thus rewarded Nell 

By writing to his father, dear, "Oh, Daddy, you should see 

Nell's awful TERSEST bathing suit, which won't reach to her knee. 



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furs Cined Ulitb Kittens 

(Written for Adaline Shermun, Wheeling. W. Va.) 
Said a rich little girl, who was boasting one day, 
"I'ze too many furs, so I throws dem aw^iy," 
But her poor little friend, who fine furs had none, 
In braggadocia could not be outdone, 
And proudly she showed her little fur mittens 
And said, "I'ze sum odders, do deys lined wid kittens. 



B Bov $ Description Of n 6odt 

(Written for Cousin .Jaujes Diller.) 
When the teacher asked young Leo lo write a little rhyme 
Describing some strange animal he'd seen at any time. 
He seized his long slate pencil and this is what he wrote 
.'Vbout the common animal, which children call a goat: 
A goat is stronger than a pig, 
But often it is not as big. 
It has four legs iust like a horse, 
But never runs on a race-course. 
It gives good milk, though not as much 
As cows and elephants and such. 
But more than any bull or ox, 
Rooster, ram, or sly old fox. 
Like any mule a goat likes hay 
And all tin cans we throw away. 
He's uspful and I'm fond of him, 
But some good folks have a strange whim 
To hold their noses when he's near, 
And act as if they greatly fear 
To touch his fur which has the smell 
Of something I know very well. 
The odor I'd know anywhere, 
It's like Dad's tonic for his hair. 



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B Kiddle 

(Written for .Miss M;tnie Leo, Eri^^ Pa.) 

One night 'nonth Hie li.t;lil of a silvery moon 
There pat on a lo,i; pile a very fat coon 
And also a little most cnnning l)ro\vn fellow 
Eating of melon so jnicy and mellow. 
The large robnst coon and the wee little one 
Thonght they were having a bushel of fun, 
And laughed vei'v loudly in notes of nuro glee, 
For they wei'e as hapijy as happy could ne. 

So here is a riddle I'll give now to you, 
Guess the relations there was 'twi.\t the two. 

ANSWER. 

Most everyone answers, "V^'hy, father and son.' 
Not so — 'twas a Mammv and her little one. 



Grandpa's Bead Cuttis ?rew Bis pair 

(Wrillen for Margaret Itusion, Evansvillf, Ind., and Mr. Wm. Warren, or 

Xewijurg, Ind. ) 

When Margaret was a youngster scarcelx two years oM, 

At climldug chairs and tables this lass was very bold. 

And one dav when her grandpa was seated in his chair, 

She (dimbed upon the rounrb^d rungs a.s if they were a stair, 

.And looking at her Grandpa's head, which fast was growing bald. 

She cried out, '•Dearest Grandpa, one time you must hab failed. 

Or nuiybe you've been naughty and dot an awful scare, 

AVbich taused de top ol) yu's round head to turn light frew de hair." 



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Susan Rewarded Tor twenty Vear's Service 

(Written for Dr. and Mrs. W. Baker, '1\mtp Haulc, Hid.) 
Pi-()fessor Tlieoi)hlhis Sooi-ates Snoolc, 
Ont' day |>aid ;i visit to Sii?an, his cook. 
And iK'aiuin,:^ upon ln'i- with kindliest loolc 
Said, "Su.'^an, my dear. ]>lcase gaze at tins hook. 
in here yon ina\' learn of elephantiasis, 
.\nd also the h()ol<\vorin, nneinariasis; 
Of craw-ciaw and cdiiggers, of ainhum and sprne. 
And all thai i"v(^ written ahout them is true. 
Now, Susan, to me you've heen faithful, m,\' deai". 
In keei)in,i;- m.\ liouse f<jr many a year: 
For years noaily twenty you've heen now wiih me, 
Cooking my victuals just as they sliould he. 
And truly I think a reward I should pay 
To one who has lahored from day unto day. 
So when I discovered a wondrous new germ, 
Wliich causes young childreTi to wiggle and s(iuirm, 
I tiionghl that this hug for you T would name 
And hring you great gloi'y and honor and fame. 
It's a wondrous discovery, this ungomariasis, 
And so we will call it the SUSANBONPIASIS." 



"No, thank you, youi honor," said Susan liawhcn, 
"I had the l)ugs once and don't want 'em again. 
.\nd if you onsist upon callin' me BUGS, 
I'll lave you alone wid your hoolvS and vour drugs." 




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Bridget maKcs Split Pea Soup 

(Written for Lieulonani: and Mrs. Arthur C;'ensht;w, IT. S. N.) 

"Bridget." asked the mistress, "whatever is the matter, 

Nothing ready for our lunch exceriting pancake hatter? 

Why, I invited guests to come for lunch a( lialf i)af5t one 

And they've heen waiting all this time and yot there's nothing done. 

■'Well, mum." replied Miss Bridget, "the fa.ult is all your own, 

For si)lit pea souj) you ordered and workin' here alone, 

]fs took me most two hours while tryin' just to split 

Three hundied of these blarsted i)eas, wliich give me most a fit, 

And as there's still three hundred, 'twill take two hours more 

To split the pesky little things, shure as mo name's MAHORE!" 




Cazy Ulbite men Sit mbile Wm Cbrougb Cbe ]\\r 

Poor Lo, the Indian, disrespects his jjrothers wise and fair, 
Who now on aeroplanes are wont to make trips through the air. 
He watches them go circling like birds up in the skies. 
Then grunts, "Heap lazy white man, he sits down when he flies." 



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Co Save l>im from J\ mbipping 

(Written lor llowaid Roosa, H\ansville, liul.) 

Whon Mrs. Mall, wiio lia'l spent ihe day 
W'ii'i Mrs. Cicon^, was i;;)ini; away, 
Wee curly header! naugbty Joe 
Begged so hard tliat she wcnildn't go. 



Now all the day this roguish lad 
Had disobeyed and been (iuil(> bad, 
So Mrs. Hall, in great suri)i-is(\ 
PausiMl and 1oo1<;m1 in his l)ro\vn eyes. 
While saying. "I'm '^o glad to kno\v 
You love ine truly, dearest .Joe." 



"Oh, 'tis;>nt that," said honest Joe, 
"\ wouldn't mind for \'ou lo go 
J^j.xcept ni.\ niotbcM' said to-day. 
Sh(-'(1 wbi|) me when \(>u w<mi( away." 



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}\ Skillet In Sccletv ( Jllias J\ gbafitid DIsb ) 

(Written for Mrs. Knilierlne Bi'owii, Indianapnlis, Iiul.) 

[ heard my mother, just to-day, askin.u, dear old dad, 

To buy her a nice chafing-dish and make Vkm' very glad ; 

Though he declared its cooiving was a wasle of alcohol, 

Causing indigestion and perhaps a doctor's call. 

I never saw a chafing-dish and so I longed to know 

How it looked and what 'twas for and so and so and so: 

But mother would not answer and daddy went away, 

So I sought the kitchen, where Bridget holds her sway, 

And asked her if she ever saw, since she began to cook, 

A chafing-dish on pantry shelf or pictured in a book? 

Then Bridget turned her pug nos? up with a ■■contem])shus" air 

And gave a twist to her small knot of brick dust colored hair, 

And said, "A chafing-dish, my dear, so says Miss B. Moriety, 

Is but a common skillet pan that's got in High Society." 



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J\m$ £Um 6ood CucK 

(W^ritten for rncle Cicero Stoner.) 

Poor Uncle Zeke, he's very sad, and says the whole world's wrons 
For when he was a little boy it was a common song, 
To sing about the luck which came Irom finding a horse shoe, 
And in those good old lucky days the sign was always true. 

But Sunday when poor T^ncle Zeke was walking on the street, 
He saw a lucky horseshoe which was lying ».t his feet, 
And as he stooj)ed to seize the i)rize which lay before him there, 
Along an automobile came and whizzed him in the air. 

To-day 1 saw him lying still and pale ujjon his couch, 
And oh, my goodness gracious, but he had an awful grouch! 
His hands and arms in bandages were tied securely up, 
And on his forehead was a bump like Aunt Mari^h's cuT 

He told me I should listen well and take his counsel sage. 

And never try to get good luck in this fierce auto age. 

By picking up a horse's shoe in street or country road 

No more than I would stoop to seize a common green back toac« 



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n Boy (Ubo ms l)ero Jind Uillian 

(Written for Uncle Ernest Sackville.) 

One day in a big meeting held by a MERCY-BAND, 

The leader asked each little boy to hold up his right hand 

If he could tell of any deed of kindness he had done 

In saving some poor animal or helping any one. 

Then Ernest held his hand on high and pride suffused his face, 

As from his seat he quickly rose and took the speaker's place. 

While speaking loud in accents clear, "I saved a little pup 

Who had his tall in a tin can all tied securely up. 

J took the can from oft his tail and made him bark with joy. 

So mother said and so said dad — I was a darling boy." 

"And so say T," the leader said, while calling him her "DEAR," 

'•But how I wish the wicked l)oy who did the deed was here." 

ERNEST. 

"Well, here he is, for I'm the boy who did that deed as well, 

So I could take the tin can off and of my goodness tell." 



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mi$e Ignatius Escapes J\ (Ubippittd 

(Wiiltcn I'oi' Kdgar and Melville Garvin, Evansville, Tnd.) 

"Falher," Kaid learned Ignatius, as the strai) was preparing to fall 
Down on his trousei'less bai'e-skin, "I don't mind a whipi)ing at all, 
l?nt are you quite certain, dear father, the strap has been well sterilized 
For virulent germs in old leather are often concealed and disguised: 
And surely by violent impact with textile and soft porous skin. 
But latery exposed to the street's dust there's danger of entering in 
Upon my most delicate system, and ihen comes the big doctor's fee. 
So dear father show you'r:? a wise man and touch not that strap upon 
me." 



While the learned youth plead, lo! his father upon that dread .■^tr:^|) 

loosed his hold. 
And thus he escaped from a whipping, Ignatius, the wise and the bold. 



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nervous Jelly 



(Wrilten for Charles Donnelly, Evansville, Tnd.) 

One day when there was com])any, wee greedy Lillie May, 

Took the jelly neaiiy all when it was passed her way: 

And in great haste she ate it nj) wiih her small silver spoon, 

But oh, alas, the Piggiewig! she was discovered soon 

By mother, who was greatly shocked to see her naughty elf 

Eating like a greedy boy from off the kitchen shelf. 

But mother couldn't scold aloud for fear the guest would hear, 

/\nd so she softly whispered, "Don't eat that way, my dear." 

Then Mrs. Dean, the company, she patted Lillie's head, 

.And smiling at the jellied face, she to the culprit said, 

■"I've always liked the jelly good which makes my bread so sweet, 

And surely it tastes better still when with a spoon we eat 

This lovely, wobbling dainly, which is loved by one and all, 

From little girls and tiny boys to great men, large and tall." 

'Ihis speech encouraged Lillie May, who nodded her wise head 

And said, "Besides dis jelly is too nervous for to spread." 



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One 3obn$on more, One Smith Ce$$ 

(Written for Salibelle Roysler, Smith's Mills, Kentucky.) 

When Zekiel Rastns Johnson had the courage to i)i-oi)ose 

To lovely Miss Amanda Smith, she turned up her flat nose 

And said, '"Now Rastus Johnson, how dare you ask of mo 

To change my 'ristocratic name and Mrs. Johnson be, 

When now in the directory, the Johnsons are ahead 

Of our most noted family, so 'course I would not wed 

With yen to mal^e one Johnson more to swell the Johnson line, 

Whilo Smiths in number take back seats where they can never shine 




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Pride 

nVritten for St, Mcholas, June, 1909.) 

The Bible says that pride's the cause of jjeople falling down. 

And an example of this truth I once saw in our town, 

AVhen we were driving on the street and watching passers-by, 

From out a store stepped a fine dude, all dressed in silk hat high, 

And pants so tight he could not tal<e a single manly stride. 

His moustache curled and round his neck a ribbon pink and wide. 

While in his hand a gold head cane, which he twirled round and round, 

So that the ))eople all would know a great man was in town; 

But being filled with pride of self he did not know his heel 

Had come in contact with a part of a banana peel 

Until it felled him to the earth and smashed his silk hat's crown 

And even then he did not know 'twas PRIDEl that knocked him down. 



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]ob Smarter IMn modern Babies 

■■Muthei-," said l.ida, ■■\vliy can't l)i-other speak. 
Is lie so sni]>id or only just weak, 
Like |)Of)r ancient Grandma, when she has a cold, 
And loses hei- voice so she can't even sctdd"" 

*"Xo, darlin,^," said mother, "your hrothei- can't tal! 

Eat sufiai' candy, nor even yet walk. 

As he is a baby the size of your doll. 

And babies can't talk when they are so t^niall." 



^•Then, mother," said Lida, "the kids nowadays 

Are not half so smart mi all of their ways 

As babies who lived in the long, long ago. 

For dear teacher told me (so 'course it is so.) 

That .lob in the IJible cursed the da\ he was born. 

I 'si)ose like big T'om. when he can't play his horn.' 



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Only naudhiy ebildren See "Spooks" 
On l>all«w'een 

(Written lor Aunt W'inified Broad, 

Stockleigh Pomeroy, Engltind.) 

Witches and goblins, spooks and elves, 

With sprites and gnomes from elf-land delves. 

To-night are flying here and there, 

Yes, up and down and everywhere. 

For this one night in all the year, 

They rule the earth and bring great fear 

To all the naughty little boys 

Who tease good girls and break their toys. 

These spooks they also make girls sad 
When they are selfish, cross and bad: 
So ^\ hen it's dark, bad boys and maids 
They see these awful feaisome shades, 
And that is why with covered heads. 
They trembling lie in their warm beds. 

But even there, they u;oblins see, 
Spooks, and gnomes and all that be 
Abroad upon weird Hallow'een, 
When all the wizards may be seen 
By naughty kids and grown up folks. 
Who like to play most wicked jokes. 

But good young girls and gentle boys, 
The kids who are their mothers' joys. 
They like the dark just as the light. 
For spooks ne'er come within their sight. 
And in their dreams the lovely elves 
Show them bright scenes from fairy delves 



t you are afraid 

or any sha.de, 
ou are a naughty child. 

willful, rude and wild. 



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Six Vear Old 6irl (Uritcs Poem Roping to Save forest trees 

(From "The Woninn's National Daily.") 

The following" rhyme was written by a little 6-year-old-girl in hopes 
to save a beantifnl forest near Evansville, Ind.. and to help the Chil- 
dren's Outing Farm. A short account of the little girl's work as an 
Esperantist appeared in a recent issue of The National Daily and a num- 
ber of articles concerning her abilities as a linguist have appeared in. 
other publications. 

She is the youngest child in the world holding a diploma from Dr. 
Zamenhof for being able to read, write and speak in Esperanto, and she 
also speaks French as well as Englis*a. 

This little girl, who was born in Norfolk. Va., has been a lover of 
books since her babyhood days. She knew Mother Goose by heart when 
but 1 year of age and learned to read when but 2. At 4 she read Lamb's 
Tales of Shakespeare and had finished the fifth reader. A few months 
ago she was sent to school, but could not be graded, as she could read, 
write and spell anything, but knew nothing of arithmetic. The noted 
mathematician, Mrs. Hornbrook, of Chicago, having met the little girl 
at Chautauqua, N. Y., and knowing of her mental powers, asked ro in- 
struct her in this branch, and she soon taught her the rudiments of arith- 
metic. 

She is the daughter of Dr. J. B. Stoner, Surgeon in the Public 
Health and Marine Hospital Service, and Winifred Sackville Stoner, 
President of the Woman's Esperanto League. 



Bn Jlppeal Co Cbe fairies 



Good Fairies, save the lovely trees which live on. Coal Aline Hill! 

Their home has been your home so long, your hearts with grief would fill 

Should stout men armed with axes come and fell them to the earth, 

These monarchs of the forest, these jewels of great worth. 

The giant oaks and stately elms, the rulers of this wood. 

Have watched the growth of Evansville and helped it as they could. 

They gave their shade and soft bright leaves to make a downy nest 

To shelter the first baby boy that Evansville possessed. 

Before this city 'had a church in which both bad and good 

Could ask forgiveness of the Lord, they worshipped in this wood; 

And those who love the beautiful and lovely scenes to see, 

They climb upon this grassy hill and stand beneath some tree. 

While gazing far as eye can reach to fair Kentucky's lands. 

Or looking at the river shore on which our city stands. 

Above their heads the bright blue sky. green grass beneath their feet. 

And all around a lovely scene such as we seldom meet; 

Green pastures with cows grazing, broad river flowing by, 

And many tall church spires lifted toward the sky. 

No fitter place for children nor grown-up folks could be 

Than on this lovely Coal Mine Hill where Nature we may see. 

'Tis here the little orphans and poor children all around 

Find the greatest pleasures which in this woods abound. 

So, dearest, kindest Fairies, please rescue these grand trees. 

And save them for the children — we ask you on our knees. 



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